Who cares about age? Do it now.

When I grow old I’ll read poetry in the bath by candlelight and drink champagne to rock ‘n roll. I’ll dance until the sun rises and sleep until noon when I’ll arise to drink my latte curled up in a velvet robe in a big easy chair in a room with books piled all around.

When I grow old I’m not going to care if my socks don’t match, or my roots are showing or my panties and bra are different colours because I’ll seldom wear socks and I won’t bother to dye my hair.

When I grow old I’ll wear bright coloured silks and feather boas to go to the grocery store and slinky satin palazzo pants when I visit the doctor.

No wait, when I grow old I won’t have to visit the doctor, he’ll come see me and tell me I’m a grand old dame and bring me bonbons and rare red wine because red wine keeps my arteries flowing freely and bonbons are just plain good to eat.

When I grow old I won’t worry about what people think about me or try to prove how smart I am.  I’ll just be me and  I won’t care if they think I’m odd or eccentric and they won’t care that I repeat myself and forget their names.

When I grow old I’ll walk barefoot in the mud right after the rain and feel the squishy oozy coolness of the earth sucking at my toes. I’ll laugh and dance and spin about and I won’t care if anyone is watching. I won’t care. I’ll do it because I want to. Because it pleases me.

When I grow old I’ll speak my mind without fearing someone else’s opinion of me is greater than my truth.

When I grow old I’ll write from my heart without fearing other’s will see my heart and then feel compelled to tell me what they see as the matter with me. I’ll write and speak my truth and know no one can take that from me.

When I grow old no one will have to remind me to eat my vegetables or lose weight or get some exercise. I’ll do it because it feels good and it speaks to how much I love me.

When I grow old the world will have grown older with me and in its ageing it will know grace, and peace and love and kindness. It will know that evolution isn’t about killing off what we fear but rather, about embracing our fears and loving them for all we’re worth. And as we evolve we’ll change from fearing each other to loving the world enough to create peace.

When I grow old I’ll never tell myself to act my age. I’ll tell myself ‘I Love You’ just the way you are and I’ll know I mean it. I’ll believe me.

When I grow old, my age won’t matter.

When I grow old…

Hell, what am I waiting for? I’ll start today. I’m going to quit acting like age determines how I act, think, feel and start living it up like age doesn’t matter! And what the heck! I won’t worry about growing old, because no matter my age in years on earth, I know I’m just getting better and better at being authentically me!


8 thoughts on “Who cares about age? Do it now.

  1. Words far to many have thought at times in their lives myself included but how old is old and some will not grow old at all so we live for now and not worry about growing old,live how makes us happy as long as we don’t hurt others

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  2. Old, who is old ? I am just starting out. I still jump in puddles which is why I wear wellies and puddle jumpers. Hate socks, as most kids do. Try every trick I know not to go to bed on time. Still play with my food as I create in my “adult” kitchen. Love looking at picture books, and occasionally read the recipe or instructions on how to put the quilt together. Am I missing something?!

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